Black Light: Scandalized
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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“Why do you keep asking me these questions?” His question frustrated her.
“Because I love to watch you blush, embarrassed as you’re forced to admit, you have the same dirty thoughts I do. You’re just better at hiding them from yourself.”
She sincerely doubted that. Even in her wildest imagination, she could have never foreseen kneeling at the feet of Shane Covington, her tits out, talking about kinks.
“Close your eyes. I’ll tell you a little story.” He waited for her to comply before continuing. “I’m staying here at the mansion, and I leave to go out to an appointment. While I’m out, you come into my room to clean, and you find the stack of BDSM magazines I’ve left out on the bedside table. Unable to resist, you pick up the top one and start flipping through it, enjoying the photos of the submissives tied in all kinds of nasty positions, on the receiving end of an endless number of punishment implements striping their milky skin. Any number of fat rods are shoved into all of their exposed holes while they cry beautifully for the camera.”
Holy shit. The man was a walking porn movie. Her brain ran amok, imagining the picture he’d painted for her.
“Boo.”
Nalani almost jumped out of her skin—she’d lost herself down the rabbit hole of Shane’s dirty imagination.
“Tell me. Now. What picture did your brain paint for your unfortunate submissive?” When she didn’t answer, he pressed her. “Don’t think about it too hard. Just spit it out.”
She refused to open her eyes and see his handsome face judging her as she blurted her answer.
“She’s tied down with her ass stuck up in the air, unable to escape.”
“Yes, she is. Is her wet pussy on display?”
Shit, he was barely touching her, but the dirty talk in her ear was feeding the X-rated fantasies she barely acknowledged were her own.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“How about her puckered asshole? Does it have anything shoved in it?”
“No!” she answered reflexively.
“Too bad… because watching tight holes be forced to stretch around huge shafts is one of my favorite turn-ons.”
They were just naughty words, but damn, they were powerful. Her body shuddered as her mind recreated his vision, her own pucker physically contracting from the visceral fantasy.
“The only thing better than stuffed bottoms are stuffed bottoms with bouncing asscheeks as they are punished with a heavy paddle, turning milky skin to splotchy, red and hot patches that will hurt all over again when I squeeze the punished skin in my hands as I plow my hard cock into the exposed, dripping wet pussy, begging to be fucked.”
She felt herself swaying on her knees, her body physically reacting to his indecent narrative. He was there to catch her, lifting her limp body onto his lap. She felt like putty as he manipulated her into a position her brain was not capable of conjuring on its own.
He didn’t have her sitting on his lap. She wasn’t even laid across his knees in a traditional over-the-knee position she associated with spankings. Instead, he contorted her until she was straddling his body in the chair, facing away from him and toward the club.
Was she just being paranoid, or was every set of eyes in the club watching Shane dominate her?
It was with mixed emotions she felt him pressing against the middle of her back hard enough, she started to fall forward.
Nalani scrambled to hold on to his knees, trying to keep from face planting as Shane’s hands clamped down on her hips, holding her tight enough to at least keep her from toppling off his lap.
“Now, it’s time for me to unwrap my present.” His words were accompanied by the tear of the thin material of her panties. The only positive thing of the odd position was he at least couldn’t see her face blushing at the thought of Shane inspecting her now exposed privates.
The whole scene was surreal. Like it was happening to someone else. That was until probing fingers lightly toyed with her clit, teasing her while his words took her submission deeper.
“There it is. Such a beautiful little pucker you have. I can’t wait to watch my cock splitting you open here.” His fingers moved up, pressing against her bottom hole, slipping the tip of his finger inside, setting off what felt like a firecracker at her core.
“Ah, beautifully responsive. I can tell you want that, too. Don’t you, Nalani?”
Did he actually expect her to answer? The quick slap to her right asscheek told her the answer to that question was yes.
“No, sir.”
“Liar. I’ll have to punish you for that lie. Now, a bit of training. I prefer this position to traditional over the knee punishments for my submissives. I find it infinitely more intimate since it lets me watch carefully how your pussy and asshole are responding to your discipline, not to mention giving me a front-row seat to the damage being done by my punishment implement of choice. From now on, when I say, ‘assume the position,’ this is how I expect you to respond. Always naked, of course.”
She was relieved for once, he hadn’t asked her a question because she couldn’t have formulated words at that moment to save her life.
“Now, enough talk. Time for action. Hands on the floor in front of you. Lift your head up and look out across the room.”
He waited for her to slowly comply with his instructions. “Do you see who’s over there, watching our every move? He’s near the pillar at the pool with his arms crossed, the angry scowl on his face.”
She didn’t need to follow directions to know who he was pointing out. Embarrassment flamed to her face, realizing her friend Elijah was indeed watching them intently.
“Tell me. Are you an anal virgin?”
His question was accompanied by a renewed pressure at the opening of her most private hole. The sensation of something puncturing her turned her answer, “Yes!” into a shout.
“I can tell. You’re so damn tight. I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he said innocently as he breached her pucker.
“Oh God, no. Please. not there.”
“You beg beautifully, Nalani. I can’t wait to hear you begging for so many things. Now, kitten, time to insert your tail.”
Tail? What the hell?
Cold wetness dribbled into the crevice of her exposed bottom. She felt his fingers massaging the wetness around her anal opening, popping in and out in quick insertions that felt strangely playful—until his fingers were replaced by something hard and cold. Her whole body tensed as the foreign object pressed for entry. Her brain scrambled, on overload as Shane’s dirty narration continued.
“I know how much kitties love their tails. Since this is your first time, I’m giving you the smallest plug I have with me in my bag.”
What was she supposed to say to that?
“Thank you?”
His chuckle behind her felt out of place with the hardness of the phallic being pressed into her body.
“Oh, stop! It’s too big! It hurts!” But he didn’t stop, only pressed harder. The toy at her pucker got wider until she felt her body almost pop as the plug was sucked inside as if it were being welcomed home.
“I didn’t hear any colors leaving your mouth, Nalani. I’m gonna let you in on a secret—I love hearing you screaming at me to stop. If you tell me it hurts, I’m more likely to double down than I am to stop. It’s how my fucking twisted brain works. I stopped apologizing for it a long time ago, and I’m not always going to keep reminding you. But here. Tonight. Knowing how new you are to this, I’m going to remind you again, the only way to make me stop is to call out a color. Understand?”
Her brain fought to make sense of his words. Red. He was talking about safe words.
“What color are you, Nalani?”
He was cheating. The burn of her stretched hole screamed red, but the throb of her clit as he played with it hummed a big fat green.
“Confused….”
His chuckle had returned. “That’s not a color, although I’m somewhat familiar with the word. It means your body loves everything that’s happening, but your brain is fighting it.”
Damn him, he wasn’t wrong.
“Well, if you think you’re confused now, just wait until you see what’s coming next.”
His words excited her, filling her with equal parts of yearning and dread. It was a jumble of feelings she was beginning to recognize as the Shane Covington affect. The plug in her ass didn’t hurt, just felt… weird. His fingers flicking across her clit, on the other hand, felt fucking great. She could feel her own wetness sliding down her inner thigh, she was so turned on. His focused petting of her pussy felt like
heaven until… Holy hell! She heard the crack of leather against flesh a split second before feeling the fire lighting up her right ass cheek.
He’d struck her. With what she wasn’t entirely sure of, but it hadn’t been his hand. The blossom of pain radiated out from the initial impact. Had it been the only sensation of the moment, she’d have the word red on her tongue, but his probing fingers on her pussy distracted her.
“You’re so beautifully wet. You’re leaving quite the mess to clean up on this chair, young lady.”
Oh God, she really was the one making the mess with body fluids this time, wasn’t she? She was just getting her head wrapped around that idea when the burn began on her left globe. She gasped, caught off-guard again by the pain. She was a novice, yet she instinctively knew he wasn’t giving her love taps—at least she hoped not since her backside burned from just two swats. What must it feel like to be truly punished like some of the submissives she’d viewed from the shadows of the club?
“Tell me, Nalani. Do you want to come tonight?”
“Because I love to watch you blush, embarrassed as you’re forced to admit, you have the same dirty thoughts I do. You’re just better at hiding them from yourself.”
She sincerely doubted that. Even in her wildest imagination, she could have never foreseen kneeling at the feet of Shane Covington, her tits out, talking about kinks.
“Close your eyes. I’ll tell you a little story.” He waited for her to comply before continuing. “I’m staying here at the mansion, and I leave to go out to an appointment. While I’m out, you come into my room to clean, and you find the stack of BDSM magazines I’ve left out on the bedside table. Unable to resist, you pick up the top one and start flipping through it, enjoying the photos of the submissives tied in all kinds of nasty positions, on the receiving end of an endless number of punishment implements striping their milky skin. Any number of fat rods are shoved into all of their exposed holes while they cry beautifully for the camera.”
Holy shit. The man was a walking porn movie. Her brain ran amok, imagining the picture he’d painted for her.
“Boo.”
Nalani almost jumped out of her skin—she’d lost herself down the rabbit hole of Shane’s dirty imagination.
“Tell me. Now. What picture did your brain paint for your unfortunate submissive?” When she didn’t answer, he pressed her. “Don’t think about it too hard. Just spit it out.”
She refused to open her eyes and see his handsome face judging her as she blurted her answer.
“She’s tied down with her ass stuck up in the air, unable to escape.”
“Yes, she is. Is her wet pussy on display?”
Shit, he was barely touching her, but the dirty talk in her ear was feeding the X-rated fantasies she barely acknowledged were her own.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“How about her puckered asshole? Does it have anything shoved in it?”
“No!” she answered reflexively.
“Too bad… because watching tight holes be forced to stretch around huge shafts is one of my favorite turn-ons.”
They were just naughty words, but damn, they were powerful. Her body shuddered as her mind recreated his vision, her own pucker physically contracting from the visceral fantasy.
“The only thing better than stuffed bottoms are stuffed bottoms with bouncing asscheeks as they are punished with a heavy paddle, turning milky skin to splotchy, red and hot patches that will hurt all over again when I squeeze the punished skin in my hands as I plow my hard cock into the exposed, dripping wet pussy, begging to be fucked.”
She felt herself swaying on her knees, her body physically reacting to his indecent narrative. He was there to catch her, lifting her limp body onto his lap. She felt like putty as he manipulated her into a position her brain was not capable of conjuring on its own.
He didn’t have her sitting on his lap. She wasn’t even laid across his knees in a traditional over-the-knee position she associated with spankings. Instead, he contorted her until she was straddling his body in the chair, facing away from him and toward the club.
Was she just being paranoid, or was every set of eyes in the club watching Shane dominate her?
It was with mixed emotions she felt him pressing against the middle of her back hard enough, she started to fall forward.
Nalani scrambled to hold on to his knees, trying to keep from face planting as Shane’s hands clamped down on her hips, holding her tight enough to at least keep her from toppling off his lap.
“Now, it’s time for me to unwrap my present.” His words were accompanied by the tear of the thin material of her panties. The only positive thing of the odd position was he at least couldn’t see her face blushing at the thought of Shane inspecting her now exposed privates.
The whole scene was surreal. Like it was happening to someone else. That was until probing fingers lightly toyed with her clit, teasing her while his words took her submission deeper.
“There it is. Such a beautiful little pucker you have. I can’t wait to watch my cock splitting you open here.” His fingers moved up, pressing against her bottom hole, slipping the tip of his finger inside, setting off what felt like a firecracker at her core.
“Ah, beautifully responsive. I can tell you want that, too. Don’t you, Nalani?”
Did he actually expect her to answer? The quick slap to her right asscheek told her the answer to that question was yes.
“No, sir.”
“Liar. I’ll have to punish you for that lie. Now, a bit of training. I prefer this position to traditional over the knee punishments for my submissives. I find it infinitely more intimate since it lets me watch carefully how your pussy and asshole are responding to your discipline, not to mention giving me a front-row seat to the damage being done by my punishment implement of choice. From now on, when I say, ‘assume the position,’ this is how I expect you to respond. Always naked, of course.”
She was relieved for once, he hadn’t asked her a question because she couldn’t have formulated words at that moment to save her life.
“Now, enough talk. Time for action. Hands on the floor in front of you. Lift your head up and look out across the room.”
He waited for her to slowly comply with his instructions. “Do you see who’s over there, watching our every move? He’s near the pillar at the pool with his arms crossed, the angry scowl on his face.”
She didn’t need to follow directions to know who he was pointing out. Embarrassment flamed to her face, realizing her friend Elijah was indeed watching them intently.
“Tell me. Are you an anal virgin?”
His question was accompanied by a renewed pressure at the opening of her most private hole. The sensation of something puncturing her turned her answer, “Yes!” into a shout.
“I can tell. You’re so damn tight. I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he said innocently as he breached her pucker.
“Oh God, no. Please. not there.”
“You beg beautifully, Nalani. I can’t wait to hear you begging for so many things. Now, kitten, time to insert your tail.”
Tail? What the hell?
Cold wetness dribbled into the crevice of her exposed bottom. She felt his fingers massaging the wetness around her anal opening, popping in and out in quick insertions that felt strangely playful—until his fingers were replaced by something hard and cold. Her whole body tensed as the foreign object pressed for entry. Her brain scrambled, on overload as Shane’s dirty narration continued.
“I know how much kitties love their tails. Since this is your first time, I’m giving you the smallest plug I have with me in my bag.”
What was she supposed to say to that?
“Thank you?”
His chuckle behind her felt out of place with the hardness of the phallic being pressed into her body.
“Oh, stop! It’s too big! It hurts!” But he didn’t stop, only pressed harder. The toy at her pucker got wider until she felt her body almost pop as the plug was sucked inside as if it were being welcomed home.
“I didn’t hear any colors leaving your mouth, Nalani. I’m gonna let you in on a secret—I love hearing you screaming at me to stop. If you tell me it hurts, I’m more likely to double down than I am to stop. It’s how my fucking twisted brain works. I stopped apologizing for it a long time ago, and I’m not always going to keep reminding you. But here. Tonight. Knowing how new you are to this, I’m going to remind you again, the only way to make me stop is to call out a color. Understand?”
Her brain fought to make sense of his words. Red. He was talking about safe words.
“What color are you, Nalani?”
He was cheating. The burn of her stretched hole screamed red, but the throb of her clit as he played with it hummed a big fat green.
“Confused….”
His chuckle had returned. “That’s not a color, although I’m somewhat familiar with the word. It means your body loves everything that’s happening, but your brain is fighting it.”
Damn him, he wasn’t wrong.
“Well, if you think you’re confused now, just wait until you see what’s coming next.”
His words excited her, filling her with equal parts of yearning and dread. It was a jumble of feelings she was beginning to recognize as the Shane Covington affect. The plug in her ass didn’t hurt, just felt… weird. His fingers flicking across her clit, on the other hand, felt fucking great. She could feel her own wetness sliding down her inner thigh, she was so turned on. His focused petting of her pussy felt like
heaven until… Holy hell! She heard the crack of leather against flesh a split second before feeling the fire lighting up her right ass cheek.
He’d struck her. With what she wasn’t entirely sure of, but it hadn’t been his hand. The blossom of pain radiated out from the initial impact. Had it been the only sensation of the moment, she’d have the word red on her tongue, but his probing fingers on her pussy distracted her.
“You’re so beautifully wet. You’re leaving quite the mess to clean up on this chair, young lady.”
Oh God, she really was the one making the mess with body fluids this time, wasn’t she? She was just getting her head wrapped around that idea when the burn began on her left globe. She gasped, caught off-guard again by the pain. She was a novice, yet she instinctively knew he wasn’t giving her love taps—at least she hoped not since her backside burned from just two swats. What must it feel like to be truly punished like some of the submissives she’d viewed from the shadows of the club?
“Tell me, Nalani. Do you want to come tonight?”